I had rules to follow as a young man, society set them They were simple, any imperfections could make me a good man, but any softness made me a creep A shame to manhood.
Having grown up as a different man, I had to comply with these rules, maybe I hid myself from what society perceived as a sin, I never wanted to be different, no I never asked for it, and every night I kept on praying so that God...